Rebirth of Love: Jiang Ciyou's Counterattack Legend

On the day Lu Jingchen passed away, Jiang Ciyou felt that the whole world had fallen into a dead silence. The pale lights on the hospital corridor seemed to have become piercing needles, piercing straight into her heart. She sat on a bench outside the ward, clasping her hands tightly, her knuckles turning white due to the force, but she didn't feel any pain at all. The hurried footsteps and low conversations of the medical staff around her seemed to be separated by a thick layer of glass, becoming blurred and distant.

Jiang Ciyou didn't come back to her senses until her children gathered around her and called her softly. She stood up and walked into the ward with a light step. Every step was like stepping on cotton, without a trace of reality. On the bed, Lu Jingchen lay quietly, his face peaceful, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep, but Jiang Ciyou knew that he would never wake up again. She stretched out her hand tremblingly and gently stroked his cheek. It was cold to the touch. The chill spread throughout her body along her fingertips in an instant, causing her heart to shrink suddenly.

"Jingchen..." She choked, her voice was broken and hoarse, thousands of words were stuck in her throat, but she couldn't say a word. The memories of the past surged in like a tide, those beautiful moments, the quarrels, the years of mutual support, flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern. She remembered the despair of being betrayed on her wedding night, and it was Lu Jingchen who was like a beam of light, recklessly breaking into her dark world; she remembered them walking on the beach, the sea breeze rolled up the waves, wetting the hem of her skirt and trouser legs, and the two of them laughed at each other; she remembered when her daughter was born, Lu Jingchen was so excited that his eyes were red, he held the swaddling clothes at a loss, and murmured that he would protect them and their daughter for the rest of their lives...

After a long time, Jiang Ciyou left the hospital with the help of her children. When she returned home and opened the door, a familiar smell came to her face, but the person who always smiled and gave her a warm hug was gone. She walked straight to Lu Jingchen's study, where his smell was still there, the smell of ink on the books mixed with the smell of his usual cologne, made her eyes red again.

She gently stroked the desk, her fingers brushing over the books he had read countless times. Those densely packed notes were traces of his serious life. In the corner, an unfinished painting caught her attention. The painting showed a scene of their family in the garden. The daughter was chasing butterflies on the grass. She and Lu Jingchen sat on a bench beside them, smiling at their daughter. The sun shone on them, outlining a warm outline. But there was still some blank space in the picture, and Lu Jingchen never had the chance to fill it up.

Jiang Ciyou decided to transform the study into a memorial hall. She wanted to leave everything about Lu Jingchen here so that future generations could know their story. She carefully packed up every item, including photos, letters, trophies... Each item carried a memory. The children also came to help. Everyone kept quiet tacitly, occasionally looking at each other, and the sadness in their eyes was self-evident.

While sorting out the letters, Jiang Ciyou found a letter that Lu Jingchen had written to her but never sent. She opened it with trembling hands, and the familiar handwriting came into her eyes: "Dear Ciyou, when you see this letter, I may no longer be by your side. Don't be sad for too long, because I am just one step ahead to arrange a home for you in the next life. Do you still remember our first meeting? The stubbornness and pain in your eyes at that time made me feel distressed. From that moment on, I vowed to protect you for the rest of my life. Over the years, we have had laughter and tears, and every moment is my most precious treasure. I know you are strong, but when you are occasionally vulnerable, come here and take a look, think about our past, I will always be in your heart..." Reading this, Jiang Ciyou was already in tears, tears wet the letter paper, and the handwriting became blurred, but Lu Jingchen's affection was deeply imprinted in her heart.

On the day when the memorial hall was finished, the sun shone through the window onto the exhibits, as if they were coated with a layer of holy light. Jiang Ciyou stood in the middle of the study and looked around, as if Lu Jingchen was still sitting at the desk, looking up and smiling at her. Every year on the anniversary of his death, Jiang Ciyou would bring her children and grandchildren here, and she would sit on the old sofa and slowly tell their stories.

On the anniversary of his death, the sun was still bright. Jiang Ciyou walked into the study with her grown-up grandchildren. The children were full of awe, gently touching those ancient objects, trying to feel the life of their ancestors. The great-granddaughter blinked her big eyes and asked curiously: "Grandma, does grandpa really love you so much?" Jiang Ciyou stroked the smiling face of Lu Jingchen when he was young in the photo frame, her eyes full of tenderness and attachment: "Yes, he used his whole life to prove that love can transcend betrayal, transcend life and death, and become eternal." Her voice was soft but firm, echoing in the study, as if traveling through time and space, intertwined with Lu Jingchen's former affectionate confession.

The afternoon sun gradually slanted westward, and the afterglow shone through the window, sprinkling on Jiang Ciyou's silver hair, as if she was covered with a golden veil. She squinted her eyes slightly, lost in memories. The time she spent with Lu Jingchen was like bright stars, shining in her heart. The grandchildren sat around her, listening quietly. From their grandmother's story, they realized the power of love, a power that could resist all the sufferings in the world and cross the boundary between life and death.

In this small study memorial hall, the flame of love and inheritance is burning quietly. Jiang Ciyou knows that although Lu Jingchen has left, his love will never die. It will take root in the hearts of future generations, bloom the most gorgeous flowers, and become the most precious wealth of the family, passed down from generation to generation until eternity.

As the years passed, Jiang Ciyou came to the study more and more frequently. Sometimes, she would sit alone at the desk, pick up the pen used by Lu Jingchen, and write down her thoughts about him on paper. Those words, long or short, are the most sincere confessions from her heart. She wrote about their impulsiveness and recklessness when they were young, the hardships and persistence in their careers in middle age, and the tranquility and satisfaction of their companionship in their old age. Every word is like a dialogue between her and Lu Jingchen across time and space, carrying endless affection.

On a quiet rainy night, Jiang Ciyou lay in bed, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, unable to fall asleep for a long time. She simply got up, put on a coat, and walked into the study again. The dim desk lamp cast a small halo in the darkness. She sat on the sofa and slowly scanned the books on the bookshelf. Suddenly, a familiar collection of poems came into view. It was given to her by Lu Jingchen when he was young. The pages of the book have turned yellow, but she has carefully preserved it until now.

She gently opened the poetry collection, and familiar poems jumped out. Those poems that Lu Jingchen had read to her softly on romantic nights seemed to echo in her ears with his voice. Jiang Ciyou's fingers stopped on a poem about love and eternity. She recited it softly with tears in her eyes. On this lonely rainy night, the poetry collection became the warmest bond between her and Lu Jingchen, allowing her to feel his deep love again.

Another spring, the flowers in the garden are blooming in a riot of colors. Jiang Ciyou sits on the swing in the garden, watching her grandchildren playing and laughing among the flowers. The breeze blows, and the petals fall like snow, sprinkling on her shoulders. She remembers what Lu Jingchen once said, hoping that their love can also be like the flowers in this spring, blooming forever and never withering. Now, although he is gone, this love is as vibrant as the spring scenery in the garden, infecting everyone around him.

Jiang Ciyou knows that her life is coming to an end, but she has no fear in her heart, only calmness. Because she knows that at the end of the road, Lu Jingchen is waiting for her. Their love story will become a legend in the family that will never end, inspiring generations of people to bravely love, pursue happiness, and believe that there is eternal beauty in the world.

On a warm evening, Jiang Ciyou came to the study again. She sat on Lu Jingchen's old chair and slowly closed her eyes. The sunlight shone through the window onto her wrinkled but still kind face. She seemed to see Lu Jingchen when he was young, smiling and reaching out to her. In this quiet atmosphere, Jiang Ciyou's mouth corners slightly raised, and she fell asleep with a lifetime of attachment and satisfaction. And her love with Lu Jingchen, like the never-ending sunset outside the window, exudes a warm and eternal light, illuminating the family's path forward until the end of time.